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A/n: This is the extended, enhanced, re-worked version of Shooting the Moon. It's still the same story, I've just rewritten odd bits and added things in, so hope you still like it.
Another day lit the sky outside my window. The colours that filled the sky were some of my favourites: pastel shades of violet, blue and pink mixed with vivid oranges and reds in an impressive wash of colour across the blank expanse of sky. I'd always tried to catch the beauty of these sunrises on camera, but it seemed an electronic gadget could never fully capture every detail in the same way as the human eye.
I opened the window wide to let the fresh wintery air flood into my room; I knew I'd regret it later. It wasn't that I would be uncomfortable with the cool temperature because I was used to the cold, but more that the rest of the family preferred not to live in arctic conditions and so would probably moan at me. They didn't have quite the same experience of dealing with the cold, mainly because their rooms are always nice and toasty. Not mine. My room juts out from the rest of the house, giving it 3 external walls; and I have learnt over the years that it can get very cold. I once woke up to find that I could actually see my own breath.
Luckily, unlike my parents, I'm a northern girl, which means I grew up with the ability to survive near sub-zero temperatures with nothing more than flimsy material covering my skin. I learnt to love the fresh feeling of the cold against my skin rather than thinking it is uncomfortable. My parents both grew up in the mild and sunny weather of Cambridge and so it had taken them longer to adapt to the cooler weather in the North of England. As for my little sister, Ashleigh, she just liked the attention she got from complaining.
With a sigh, I turned to face my room. A sumptuous, deep purple covered the walls and, to me, seemed to warm the entire room. Along the side wall was a large bed that doubled as my place relax when my friends came over to chat. Thrown across the end of the bed was a purple velvet comforter. I reached out to run my hands along the top of it, sighing at the feather soft feel under my fingertips. The comforter was my favourite thing to snuggle into if I was having a down day. Not that I had many, but there would always be those times in the month when I just wanted to curl up in velvet luxury and wallow to the sounds of melodious guitar songs and soft piano tunes. These sob sessions never lasted very long thanks to my invasive little sister. I was sure the very idea of someone enjoying a little bit of quiet time was foreign to her bubbly nature.
My eyes surveyed the rest of the room. I guess it was a typical teenage girl's room, but I liked to think that somehow it showed just a little bit of who I was. I would hate to think that a room I had lived in for 18 years showed nothing about me.
Golden and cream sheer curtains danced in the slight breeze from the open window. As my eyes continued their tour around my room, I smiled when I saw the little unique objects that really gave the room a personal touch. A crystal lamp, which I had bought when my family and I had been on holiday in Paris, sat above my bed and would shoot rainbows around my room when it was switched on. The wall opposite my bed was covered in pictures, art I'd drawn, photos I'd taken. I'd even begged Mum to let me scrawl song lyrics and literary quotes in between the pictures. Some were from historical geniuses whilst others were just silly things I'd heard either from friends or the media.
I snapped out of my distraction, created by the wall of images, and closed the window before Mum came and ranted about losing heat.
The first thing I saw as I turned was my reflection in the mirror. I knew it wouldn't be pleasant but I still recoiled from the sight. I had been out the night before and it showed all over my face. My chest-length hair was a matted mess of curls and waves all flicking in different directions.
I took a deep breath and was hit with the unpleasant odour of stale smoke with just a hint of sweat and beer.
Lovely I thought with a grimace.
Last night's make up still remained on my face, leaving me with smudged panda eyes and pink stained lips. Attention to my mouth reminded me of the need to brush my teeth.
"Shower. Teeth. Coffee. Damage control," I muttered to myself as I trudged to the bathroom, towel and shampoo in hand.
I turned the shower on, waiting for it to heat up; it was a known fact in our house that the shower was temperamental and had a limit of 3 hot showers. There were four people in my family so whoever was up last had to face the cold. That was just one of the many benefits of being a light sleeper. I got up early, therefore I got to have a hot shower.
As steam started to rise from behind the shower curtain, I eased myself into the shower. I sighed as the water hit my skin. There was something truly amazing about a shower the morning after. As I rinsed last night's antics off my skin I ran through the memories.
I would be the main source of what actually happened last night. No matter what happens, no matter how many drinks I have, I always remember the night perfectly. Sometimes it's a blessing, other times it's a curse. Lucky for me, last night was just a fun night out with my girls.
All my friends had come back from university. I say came back because I had decided to have a gap year and had been one of the few who stayed put in our sleepy little seaside town.
To say we were excited to be together again would be an understatement. It had taken years for me to find people I was finally comfortable with. It wasn't that I found it hard to meet people, or even that I had been hurt in the past. It just took me a while to get comfortable enough to really open myself up completely. Even then there were little things that, for some reason, I kept hidden. I would like to say there was a definite psychological explanation, but there wasn't. It was just a personality flaw that I had and no matter how much I tried to rid myself of it, it stuck with me.
My girls were a huge part of my life, so not having them with me the past few months had been weird. I didn't realise just how much I had missed them until we were all reunited last night.
I got lost in the memory of the night as the water splashed against my skin.
It had started as any other, me stressing out about what to wear and my little sister Ashleigh picking out clothes- she was a fashion obsessed 15 year old. She always managed to come up with something different after rummaging through my limited wardrobe.
The night's big outfit was my new long black, studded top. This was paired with sheer black fishnet patterned tights and my black suede over the knee flat boots. According to Ash, accessories were everything, so she went wild with silver bangles and a multi-chained necklace with sparkles and pearls. I couldn't wait to go out and catch up with the girls. We were going to the usual places. They were cheap and dirty but played amazing music and remained sleaze free. By sleaze free I mean there were no forty year old men tapping you on the ass and assuming, just because you didn't throw a punch, you liked them.
The night was a blur of drinking, dancing, laughing, and catching up. It had been the perfect combination of carefree fun and thoughtful conversation whilst our senses were saturated with the experience. Heavy air swirled with the smells of smoke, sweat and lust as it drifted around us. Strobe lights flashed scenes of people flirting with just their bodies, no words leaving their lips as they moved with the music. I embraced every second of it and by the end we were all crashed out in Sara's living room at four a.m, trying to build up the courage for the cold early morning walk home.
It was like we'd never been apart, and I was relieved I hadn't lost them to the thrills of their new lives at university. I knew they were out meeting new people and doing crazy things like stealing street signs or having trolley races, but the fact that after all those fun things they still came back and treated me as if they'd never been away showed me that our friendships had what it took to survive anything.
I finished my shower and continued my morning routine feeling clean and refreshed.
They would all have hangovers this morning, unlike me. This would mean a coffee trip. No doubt we'd all crowd into the coffee shop and steal the huge comfy sofas that sat against the back wall.
* * * * *
Ten a.m. I'd managed to spend thirty minutes, after showering, sorting through the mess that was my room. Clothes that were scattered across the floor now lay in a neat pile on my small wooden chair next to my keyboard. I may not have been good at tidying a mess completely, but I was good at making it seem as if the mess wasn't there. I liked to think of it as an organised mess. I looked around my room, smiling at the various piles of things, books, CDs, DVDs, magazines, clothes, and university prospectuses. The list was endless.
I decided to ignore the growing piles in my room and instead waste some more time wandering around looking at random things that grabbed my attention. I was good at being distracted. I could focus when I wanted to or needed to, but other than that distraction was easy.
I spent another thirty minutes just flicking through photos from the night before on my camera. It seemed Beth and Rianna had fun with a couple of guys. Jemma and Sara looked worse for wear. Luckily there weren't many of me, except a few with Shevron. She was a photo fiend and no one could escape her camera skills; not even me, and I was very accomplished in the art of camera dodging.
I never photographed well, I'd always known that. My little sister was the photogenic one, her big blue eyes and sleek blonde hair added to her cheekbones and stellar smile to make her photo perfect.
Thinking of my sister, I looked towards the photo frame that sat on my desk. It was filled with a picture of Ash and me when we were last on holiday. Her hair had been lightened by the sun and her skin had developed a golden glow making her eyes sparkle and stand out. I, on the other hand, still had pale skin except for a few temporary freckles that spread across my nose. My boring, mid-brown hair stubbornly refused to be affected by the sun. Instead of Ashleigh's beaming smile, my expression was one of nervous amusement. A small smile played out on my lips whilst my eyes showed my dislike of the camera.
I couldn't do the whole cheesy smile for the camera; it always looked forced or fake. The only decent photos of me were taken when I didn't realise the camera was on me. That millisecond when the lens could capture my laughter or happiness without me being aware of it.
I stopped looking at the photo and instead dragged my eyes upward looking straight into a pool of gold.
The image of Edward in front of me made me smile, and also feel a little embarrassed. I had been given the poster for my 18th birthday by Jemma. I had thought that I hid my Edward crush quite well, but apparently not.
I only read the Twilight books because Beth had been talking about them non-stop. Eventually she got all of us to read the saga and watch the film with her, and in the end we all fell into the Twilight fan world that was slowly spreading across the world.
Shevron was the last to be infected with our enthusiasm, but the only reason it took her so long was due to her stubborn nature and refusal to follow the crowd. One of the many reasons we loved her.
I glanced towards the Twilight books that sat on my desk stacked in an uneven pile. The covers were a little battered from being read too much. Unlike Beth, however, my love of the saga had stopped at reading the books. I didn't own anything Twilight related other than the books, the DVD and, of course, the Edward poster. The fan memorabilia and replicate items didn't interest me that much although I could see why people, such as Beth, enjoyed collecting them.
The truth was I was just in love with the story, the characters and the complete feeling of fate that runs through the storyline. I would like to say it was because the characters were well written and the plot was perfect, but that could be said for many of my favourite books. The main reason that I felt more passion for it than the other books was because I was alone and the relationship of Bella and Edward gave me that little bit of hope that most single girls want.
I had family and friends that loved me but I'd never had someone who was in love with me. I'd watched all my friends fall in and out of love. In some cases it was an infatuation that lasted a few weeks at most but in other cases, such as Sara's, it lasted years.
Sara and her boyfriend Josh. Their story may not have been as dramatic as that of Bella and Edward, but they had been through a lot together. They met three years ago at a music festival during the summer, and they were inseparable for the four days the festival lasted. Most of us thought it was cute, but didn't want to see Sara fall so hard so fast, just to be hurt. She didn't share our concerns. She was such a passionate person when it came to life, so even though she knew she may never see Josh again it didn't stop her from enjoying the time they had together.
As we all left on the bus to take us back home, Sara sat staring out the window. She didn't talk for the two hours we were bundled in the bus and we all knew Josh had made an irrevocable impact on her life. We just didn't know if it was for better or worse.
Two months passed and the day came for us to start year twelve at school. We were to be merged with three other schools from the area. It was a known fact that on the first day of year twelve the whole dynamic of the year group changed. The newer faces churned up the hierarchy and groups, which had existed before, shifted, split and grew. Everyone was given the chance to put the past to rest and create a new image to portray in the future. It was the day that anything could happen.
Although none of us had vocalised the excitement that first day held, it still seeped through our consciousness in small ways, such as taking a little longer to decide what to wear or smiling at people you wouldn't usually feel comfortable around.
I could almost feel the anticipation in the air as we walked into the courtyard. It was the centre of the school and the gathering place for every 12th year student in attendance, before the school bell rang out. The pebbled courtyard was filled with buzzing teenagers, all dressed in outfits that were designed to subtly impress. Each one of us felt strong and confident as we walked in our group. We had only just arrived when Sara gasped and stopped dead, a look of shock spreading on her face. Shevron, being her usual self, prodded Sara repeatedly in the arm trying to get her attention whilst I followed her gaze. There, standing with a group of people, was Josh smiling directly at us. It was the perfect romance movie moment. The scene when the two people finally find each other again after months of feeling incomplete.
Sara and Josh were inseparable since that day.
Their relationship continued to grow and endured the death of Sara's father and the emotional battle that came with her mother's cancer. Eventually when the time came for them to pick universities it made sense for them to go together. To take the steps that would start the process of them building a life together. They were young but they just knew they were meant to be. They were our Bella and Edward.
My phone beeped alerting me to a text and snapping me out of my memory.
Coffee at 12? Usual place, I feel like crap on a cracker! Xx Shevron.
I chuckled at her choice of words. It was typical of her character. Shevron was the quirky one of the group. We could have endless laughs about the many strange but wonderful things she had done or said. A real classic was when we were at Jemma's house and Shevron, being as innocent as she is, stated that she 'loved stroking Jemma's pussy'. We knew she had meant Jemma's little black cat but the fact that she had said such a dirty thing without even realising was just too funny to ignore. She now got reminded about it constantly.
She didn't mind, that was the wonderful thing about Shevron, she never let anything get her down. She didn't act the way people thought she should. It was the little things, like when she used to take soup to school instead of sandwiches or never wearing the colours black, white or grey. She was completely unique and we all loved her for it
I checked the clock on my phone. It was now eleven so I had an hour to grab some breakfast and get into some clothes.
"Holly! Get your tush down here. It's feeding time at the zoo!" my Dad bellowed up the staircase as the smell of French toast made my mouth water.
Dad made the best French toast, ever! He said he used a special ingredient, but he refused to tell me or Ash what it is. Then again, it was Dad, so we might not want to know. He was forever coming up with different recipes or taking a normal dinner and adding his personal twist on it. Luckily, Mum stuck to simple meals so we got to eat something normal every once in a while.
"Hey, smells good, Dad." I walked into our bright kitchen and gave him a tight hug before I collected my plate and headed to the table. The kitchen was a good wake up room because it was filled with an array of bright colours.
It was Mum's idea to use the vibrant colour scheme, but Dad's to paint a whole wall bright lemon yellow and cover the rest of the walls with family photos. This included the embarrassing baby photos, naked and all. Ash and I had spent a good few hours cutting out little paper outfits to stick over our naked baby forms in a small attempt to reduce the embarrassment.
I could vividly remember Mum's expression when she returned home to find me, Dad and Ash splattered with yellow, and grinning like loons. To say she was shocked by the yellow wall would be an understatement, but in our house majority rules so it stayed to brighten our days.
"So you have fun last night? Didn't get in too much trouble, did you?" Dad winked at me. I knew he was only teasing but my cheeks flushed bright red as usual. He was always such a joker and it showed on his face. He had laughter lines around his mid blue eyes and cheeky dimples, hidden in his greying stubble, which would show up when he grinned.
"Yeah it was good. It was nice seeing everyone again. Actually, I'm supposed to meet them at twelve in the Mall, if that's alright?" I knew it wouldn't be a problem but it was an unwritten rule that you asked permission anyway. Our family relied on trust, communication and respect. It was our foundation and kept us strong.
"Sure thing Holly-berry. Your Mum and Ash are supposed to be heading into town later, and I'll be going to the pub to watch the game, so make sure you take your keys," he said as he flipped his breakfast onto a plate.
I nodded through a mouthful of yummy goodness.
Secretly, I enjoyed the times when the family were all out. Not that I didn't like spending time with them, it's just that being 18 it was nice to have some time away from them. A few quiet minutes to clear my thoughts.
"Dear God, what is that!" Dad exclaimed and I chuckled when I saw why.
"Cheers, Dad, that's really great for my self-esteem." Ash had spun into the room pinching a bite out of my breakfast before going to the fridge to get a glass of orange juice. She was still in her pyjamas which were basically just a collection of my old clothes. Black cut off sweats and one of my old strappy tops. Her hair was tied up in a messy bobble and for once she didn't have any make up on unless you counted the smudged left over mascara that gave her large black panda eyes.
"Trust me, Ash, you need no help with your self-esteem." Dad chuckled when Ash flounced across the kitchen to make some toast.
"God Dad!" she huffed.
"Love you too, Big Ears." Dad chuckled and went back to munching down his breakfast while Ash came to join us. She shrugged off Dad's little nickname, it was just his way of showing affection and we were used to it.
"Holls, can I borrow your new grey jumper?" Ash was sitting slumped in her chair with her legs wide open whilst she stuffed her face with toast. Out in public she came across as the perfect girly girl, but in the confines of the home she had some pretty manly manners.
"I haven't even worn that jumper yet." I knew she'd end up wearing it anyway but I felt like I should at least try and put up some kind of a fight.
"Come one Holls, I need to wear it. I've got nothing!" She pleaded and I was instantly worn down by her puppy dog eyes. I was far too soft when it came to Ashleigh.
"Fine, but you can't seriously think you've got no clothes. You have nearly three wardrobes full, as well as the chest of drawers in the spare room." Ashleigh just grinned when I reminded her of her vast wardrobe.
"I know but they're all old. Gotta go with the times, Holls. Fashion says grey is in, so that's what I'm going to wear." I sighed shaking my head in disbelief. Her shopping habit was, to me, a very expensive hobby but it kept her happy. Given her hormonal temper it was in the whole family's best interests to just accept her pricey pastime.
After I cleared the plate away into the sink I rushed upstairs to get ready. I'm not big on fashion so my outfit of choice was blue skinny jeans, leopard print ballet flats and a dark purple top with a bundle of gold bangles. Nothing special but it was comfortable, and that was important for me today.
I quickly swept a hairbrush through my now clean hair. It fell straight then eased into curls that rested on my shoulders and down my chest. A sweep of mascara, a dab of lip balm, and I was out the door, grabbing my big parka as I went.
It was a murky day with the weather caught between autumn and winter. The sky was filled with a haze of grey, and white, thick clouds. It wouldn't be raining but it certainly wasn't going to be sunny. Just another one of those mild, cloudy days that seemed to be a regular occasion in this small part of the world.
The coffee shop was a few minutes' walk away past all the bustling shops of my home town, Tynemouth. Sunday was market day so the train station would be filled with people selling trinkets, and that meant the town would be descended upon by tourists who had come to experience the peaceful atmosphere of the coast.
As I entered the coffee shop I took in the deep rich smell that saturated the air. I looked over to the large brown leather sofas at the back, and like always there they were.
"Holly! Come on we got you a latte!" Beth called as the others looked up.
"Have you got your camera?" Jemma asked whilst Sara looked up at me with tired eyes.
"How can you look so normal, I feel and look like a used toilet brush," she said and I could hear the effects of the hangover in her voice.
"It's the glory of genetics. Dad doesn't get hangovers so somehow I'm also immune" I grinned and they continued to talk at me until I finally got myself settled in the sofa. I took a long luxurious sip of the coffee flavoured heaven in front of me before I answered them.
"Jemma, here's the camera. There are some lovely pictures of you and Sara on there." I gave her a wide smile as she took in my sarcasm. Her face turned from laughing to a look of near mortification as she and Sara flicked through the photos. When I had seen them earlier you could see the clear progression from sober to drunk, and finally to a smiling mess on Sara's living room floor.
"So, Rianna, you heard anything from that guy last night?" I asked. She had scored a number and a kiss, but knowing Rianna it would end there. She was the girl that all the boys wanted but only the men stood a chance with. It was strange to think that before Rianna we were just innocent girls who hadn't even thought of boyfriends or going out to pull. Rianna soon changed all that. She taught Jemma how to use her girl next door looks to get the boys attention, whether that was flicking her long, straight, chocolate-coloured hair or batting her big, soft green eyes.
"Guy? What guy? I don't remember a guy," Jemma asked puzzled and Shevron gave her a slightly condescending smile.
"Jemmikins, that's not really surprising. You were too busy trying to do the worm on the dance floor." Shevron grinned at all of us whilst we giggled at the memory. Jemma was quite a sight as she attempted to break dance on the sticky floor wearing her black heels and little pink dress.
She had been so determined to try it that even if we had really tried to stop her it wouldn't have worked. Til this day I have never met anyone who could match Jemma's pure ambition and immense energy. She succeeded in everything she did.
Except break dancing.
Rianna cut in and diverted our attention back to her instead of the red-faced Jemma.
"Well my lovely little friends, as fun as he was, I prefer to go for guy who doesn't look like an ape on the dance floor. Plus his breath tasted of onions! I mean who goes on a night out and eats onions, and then kisses someone without using some kind of mint? All I ask for is a little minty freshness, is that so bad?"
We giggled at Rianna's rant. We'd all experienced the curse of bad breath. The killer was when it lingered after the moment. I shuddered at the haunting memories of the bad kisses. There had been far too many for my taste, even my first kiss had been relatively unpleasant. No one had warned me that some boys thought a kiss should resemble a washing machine. I could remember being quite disheartened that I had waited for the perfect moment and the perfect kiss only to find it was instead an awkward moment with a pretty awful kiss to top it off.
But, as the French would say, 'C'est la vie.'
* * * * *
It was five o'clock by the time I got back home. We'd dominated the coffee shop for five hours, probably scaring half the customers off with our loud laughter and silly banter.
The staff didn't seem to mind. Of course, that may have something to do with the fact that the majority of the staff were male and about our age. Jemma and Rianna flirted their way out of paying for a couple of coffees whilst Shevron and I watched in awe. We never had the guts to just flirt openly with guys, no matter how much Rianna tried to get us to. Trust me she tried, a lot. She was tenacious, and once she had her mind set on something she didn't back down easily.
She never bothered Beth about catching the boys' attention purely because Beth was someone way out of Rianna advice range. She attracted them with her vibrant personality and wild nature that just seemed to pulse out of her through her big aqua eyes. Rianna, like most of us, couldn't understand the inner workings of Beth's mind so she didn't even try to teach her how to flirt. It would be like trying to channel a tornado into an enclosed space. Near impossible and far too unpredictable to try.
Flirting was easy for Rianna. She just gave off the right vibe with her dark glossy hair that stopped just below her jaw line and her dark brown eyes peeping through her side swept fringe. The guys fell for her exotic looks every time. She played her sophisticated nature to her advantage all the while maintaining the girlie impression you got from her petite height. When she saw a guy she liked she always got him. The problem was that once she had him she would lose interest. So for Rianna the challenge wasn't getting the man but keeping him.
I hummed in happiness as I opened the front door to the warmth of home, and some welcomed peace and quiet.
I slipped off my coat and shoes, switching them for my big pink fluffy slippers and padded my way into the living room. I figured I had about an hour before Ash and Mum would tumble through the door, all talk about the latest fashions and whatever sale they had raided.
What to do with an hour, 60 minutes, 3600 seconds.
There was really only one thing I wanted to do.
Listen to music and chill out on the sofa. It might not be very active or productive, but it was one of my favourite pass times.
I dashed upstairs and grabbed my iPod. I hesitated as I went to leave my room glancing at my art book. I hadn't used it in several years ever since I stopped doing art at school. Not that I didn't still love to draw, but more that I just didn't have time. Studies came first, and that wiped out anytime to indulge my creative side. I decided it was time I started again.
I sunk into the large black sofa in our back room and turned on my iPod. The first song that played was 'Fireflies' by Owl City. It was my new favourite at the moment and I couldn't help the smile that spread on my face as I listened to the lyrics.
As the music filled my ears I started to draw out a simple landscape.
I was in no way an artist, but I liked the feeling of being inspired. The form didn't matter to me. It could be art, literature, or music. Whatever it was, if it was creative, I liked it. My parents often said that I was like a walking contradiction because although creativity captured my heart, it was logic and science that captured my mind. To others it may have been a contradiction but to me it made perfect sense. In my mind the two interests and passions balanced each other perfectly.
As my sketch came to an end I took in the final result.
Two figures standing hand in hand as they looked out over a cliff towards the glassy sea. Trees framed them on either side and I drew flowers dotted throughout a small clear path. The picture before me tugged at my heart strings. It was my ideal, just being with someone and taking in the simple beauties of life.
I huffed and shoved the picture aside switching my iPod to something a bit more upbeat. It had somehow drifted into the more solemn realms of my music taste, all acoustic love songs and slow indie tracks.
Now was time for the best pick me up around. Crazy dancing. I threw myself into it as usual. Jumping around like Tigger on speed whilst spinning on the spot and thrashing my arms about to the tunes of 3Oh!3. After a few minutes I spun round to find Ash and Mum staring at me as they tried to hide their laughter.
"Hey there, twinkle toes, let me show you this new fabulous top that I got." Ash grinned flashing a Topshop bag, grabbing my hand and dragging me upstairs.
I slumped on my bed and waited patiently for the fashion show to begin. Maybe it was just because I had been thinking about Twilight earlier in the day, but for the first time I realised that Ash was a lot like Alice. Not in looks, but definitely in personality. Then again, I doubt even Ashleigh could be quite as excitable as Alice appeared in the book.
"So what do you think?" she squealed excitedly, twirling to show off her new favourite item. It was a baggy white crop top with pretty little red flowers on it. Not my taste but it did show off her figure. That being long legs and a flat stomach. She was lucky, she wasn't quite as developed as me. She was only 15 and so didn't have the extra curves you get later in your teens. Not that I'm complaining as such, I was happy with my body. It just didn't suit the more relaxed style that was popular at the moment. Crop tops hung off my ample chest making me look like a tent. I did, however, love the skinny jeans and high waist skirts. They showed off my legs and small waist and gave me, what Sara would claim was, the perfect hour glass figure. Not that any of the guys noticed, I didn't flaunt it a lot.
"It's really nice, Ash. It'll go great with that new skirt you got from the fashion show. Anyway, have you started reading Eclipse yet?"
"Oooooo yeah! I haven't got very far though it yet, but it's good. Emily's already told me the whole story though. Is it true they have a kid?" When she said the last bit her face turned into a slight frown.
"Erm yeah, I know it sounds a bit weird but its fine once you get used to it. I just hated it when it all ended, it's kind of sad don't you think? When you finish the book. Especially when it's the last one in the series." I remembered when I turned the last page of Breaking Dawn, not wanting it to be over but wanting to know that it ended happily.
Of course it did, and of course I held back the tears. They were the perfect couple and would have the perfect eternity. I have to say I might not be on a team, you know the deal team Edward or team Jacob, but I had to admit it. Bella was a lucky girl.